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Leave me to my lonely pillow

Go, and take your silly posies

Who has vowed to wear the willow

Looks a fool, tricked out in roses



Who are you, my lad, to ease me?

Leave your pretty words unspoken

Tinkling echoes little please me

Now my heart is freshly broken



Over young are you to guide me

And your blood is slow and sleeping

If you must, then sit beside me…

Tell me, why have I been weeping?